Posts Tagged ‘Winter’

Put your hands in the air for the girls of winter! Watch the Behind the Scenes HERE: www.youtube.com Subscribe! www.youtube.com directed by Tom Small music: Jake Chudnow lyrics: Mark Douglas and Todd Womack Aww yeah lay down that sensual massage jam cus its wintertime. Ohh its cold, but I like it You slip you gloves on Slip your gloves on You wrap a scarf around your neck and face Like a sexy Russian peasant if there is such a thing Then you get one of them things that’s not a hat or a headband. It’s kinda both What the hell do you call that head muff hatband? I don’t know but it’s sexy as heeeeeell. And I’m willing to bet it was on sale. It’s wintertime and the livin’ is freezy Women are like dwarves, grumpy and sneezy Angry faces and chilly cheeks Wind blows so hard that your eyeballs leak Well let me tell you bout my particular fetish See I like a girl’s nose when it’s runny and reddish The colder it is the more I get hot I’ll make out with your nose, I don’t mind the snot When it’s cold as a witches you know what You can call me a squirrel cus I’m bustin’ nuts Walkin’ out of the Starbucks with a grande tea Puffy coat makes you look like a Manatee You hit a patch of ice trip slip and fall Right now you don’t feel too sexy at all But that’s where you’re wrong girl, you’re lookin’ fine. Slidin’ down the hill on your behind I don’t care if your classy I don’t mind if you’re trashy Just as long as your skin feels dry and ashy I’ll take you home and heat you up cus you’re …Video Rating: 4 / 5

One-Picture Video of Agalloch’s “Dead Winter Days”. Enjoy. Band Website: www.agalloch.org Encyclopaedia Metallum: www.metal-archives.com Myspace: www.myspace.com Record Label – The End Records www.theendrecords.com Record Label – Vendlus Records www.vendlus.com Record Label – Profound Lore Records www.profoundlorerecords.com There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors. A beauty so rare and pure, It would make human eyes bleed and burn. She killed herself in the fall… I am the unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn. With pillor, cold, And a legion of dying angels… I killed myself in the spring… A grim bough had hung me high I sank the fires of the Sol… Here nightfall reigns… I oppose the light, I gather the storms, with a sword I wield with hate. I shot down the sun, With bow and flame, Pillorian for the dead winter. I am the unmaker, The pillorian, the ending. I die… I damn you the dead winters… Album: Pale Folklore Year: 1999